Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.